#lunarcoveevent2

[msannadonnelly]

Open to anyone! @lunarcovestarters Location: Lunar Cove Lighthouse 

Heatwaves were always lucrative. While Anna had spent much of her day at the Faerie rings, luring guests into the pool and convincing them to give away any valuables they had dared to wear into the water, she had eventually ventured to the ocean for larger prey. She now lay, lounging against a rock at the shore of the lighthouse, tail slapping lightly upon the sea’s surface as she watched the competitors go racing toward the water and dive in one by one. Her latest target she had stopped where the waves lapped against the sands, calling him over before he could return to the beach and thus complete the second half of the race. "Darling, that’s not the number I want,” she was saying as tried to give her his phone number. “If you don’t remember your bank account number, by all means, run along home and return when you do. I shall be ever so grateful.” She watched the man leave--he would not win the race now, not when she had distracted him for so long--then set her sights on the next competitor to swim ashore. “Halfway there, Dear. You should be very proud of yourself. But would you like to know a shortcut?” She gestured for them to come closer. 

[kenxmatsui]

for: @crescentcrowd​ (Bea) time: day two of blackout

Day descended into night, night ascended into day into a maddening darkness again. The battery had long since run out making Ken carry his phone like dead weight, but he didn't it to tell that it was day two of this insipid heatwave and blackout, and one to normally fume at the littlest of inconveniences, Ken surprisingly found himself not doing so. Hands in pocket and taking to the streets again, he fared far better luck in finding the silence he craved tonight, no howling wolves in the distance, no panicked people rushing about, though there had been a blaring of speakers from the residual parties earlier of people still intent on making the best of situation, they faded to a low murmur and were he able to discern what neighbourhood this was he might be inclined to credit it. Attuned to the dark as he was aided by threads of blue that began to weave into the black of the night, where he was mattered little at this point, this was wanted after all, avoidance of people and noises, careful turns were made and specific paths were chosen, and despite his best efforts, all roads led to her.

Everything fell to a hush as he paused on the footpath, on the cusp of darkness and twilight, fate once again showed him why it was superior than all his calculations, rounding the corner to end up seeing Bea a little ways away was not a plan of his, there was no excuse readied this time. But the world was both generous and cruel, the excuse was simply conditional and circumstantial, he noticed that far off look in her eyes, that dreamlike state of being, a sight he had seen before and hated it just the same. His touch was gentle as it had been when he researched into how to wake up a sleep-walker, sleeve over his palm like he knew a vampire should with a banshee, Ken softly nudged her, voice just a touch above a whisper, “Bea...? Please, wake up...”  

[devour-deveaux]

Where: Celestial Hills

Who: Open/ @lunarcovestarters

Daphne had finally found a place to call her home, a lovely little townhouse in Celestial Hills. By the time she got around to checking her mailbox with the event flier, she’d already spent most of the day unpacking. With a frown from already missing a few events, the petite vampire quickly went inside to get ready. The loud bang that came from outside happened just as Daphne had worked in her hair conditioner, followed by the warning barks of Gibbs. With a few grumped obscenities, Daphne quickly threw on a towel and ran outside to see what the commotion was about. She’d only caught a split image of someone running away from her knocked-over trashcans before she decided to head back inside. It was to Daphne’s horror that she heard the door of her townhouse slam behind her “Oh Shit. No.. No No No!” She pleaded as she turned around, coming face to face with a locked door. Daphne frantically began punching in numbers, trying to remember the code given to her by the realtors- which was on her phone...that was also inside. Wrapping her towel around her tighter as she turned around in defeat, she came face to face with someone on the sidewalk. “Uh... Hi,” she offered with an awkward smile.

[moonglowmagic]

@moonglowmagic​ (Meena) 

Where: Country Club

Poppy had to admit that she was living for the heatwave, she’d been enjoying it to the fullest while the rest of the town pretty much hated it. Despite the heat though she found herself in the country clubs private pool leaning against the wall next to Meena. Who had been trying to convince her to get a membership for the country club. “While you make a good point it’s still a no, Meena.” Rolling her eyes at the other woman. “I’m not paying to join somewhere. Hell I haven’t paid to even get into a bar or club since I was eighteen. I have a strict role about going free places.” Giving a soft laugh as her blue eyes looked over at Meena. “If you want me here so bad just buy me a membership.” She countered as she playfully leaned over and nudged Meena. “We both know I’m your favorite witch anyways. I promise I won’t tell all the other witches.” She teased. Grabbing her drink from the side of the the pool and she took a sip through the straw as she brought it back into the water with her. “Are you really going to tell me that I’m not pretty enough to get a free membership?” Giving a fake pouty face as she batted her eyelashes at Meena. “We both know you really one to give me one.” Trying to keep a serious face even though she was breaking out into a laugh. Wrapping an arm around Meena as she pulled the other woman towards her, offered her drink to Meena. “Plus, I’m a council member, this should be free for all of us.” She remarked as she let the black sunglasses fall back over her eyes. “I mean it’s not like we get paid to do this.” Putting her hands under the water and against Meena’s legs as she moved them around her waist while the floated in the shallow end still, she kept one hand on Meena’s butt’s while the other moved up her body until it reached Meena’s neck. “Plus, we both know if you let me have a free membership that you can sneak me off to one of those private blood rooms any time you want and have your way with me.” 

[lunarcovehq]

Sometimes, all I think about is you. Late nights in the middle of June. Heat Waves been faking me out. Can't make you happier now.

HEATWAVE PAIRINGS - PLOT DROP #1 

For the first half of this event, we thought it would be fun to pair characters up. This plot drop is completely optional, but it is a good opportunity for your character to interact with someone with whom they haven’t yet.

If you would like to be assigned a pairing, please comment on this post with which character of yours you would like to participate with. We are hoping to assign pairings as soon as possible to give you all ample time to be able to write with one another and be able to react to any of the activities already posted or any of the future plot drops to come, so if you would like to participate please comment here before EOD EST on 9/4 and, as always, make sure that you’re tagging every event-related post with lunarcoveevent2.

[kenxmatsui]

for: @rohanxpersaudx​ location: country club

Swapping out his suits for something lighter was a necessity at this point even if Ken had been reluctant to do so, the sun and resulting heat left him with little choice, so he bit, trading the stiff formal shirts with looser linens, still collared though he wasn't an animal, just a less restrictive fit, ones best suited for the season. Though his house has decent air conditioning, Ken found himself at the country club as he often did given that besides his house and office this place was where he spent a great deal of time, and as the events spread through the town this was it for him, away from maddening crowds. 

Nod of thanks went to the server as Ken picked up the drinks, the cool glasses providing momentary comfort while he walked back to where Rohan was, a friend and a member rolled into one perfect companion. “See, the thing is,” he spoke handing the refreshment over and settling into his seat by the pool, “I like the heat but hate the sun.” It wouldn't entirely be a lie to place the blame on his species, the sun was a natural enemy, but at how often Ken joked about being a vampire before even becoming one, it wouldn't hold ground. Insomniac by nature and cold-hearted through nurture, though the bloodlust abs powers were new, Ken fit into this species like a glove. “But even I’ll admit this is a tad extreme, rather tempting to dip into the pool, isn’t it? How are you faring this heatwave?" he asked turning to face him, “Or even in general really, it's been a while since we've caught up properly. Apologies from my end, I've been a bit... busy.”

[lunarcovehq]

Did you forget?

THE WARNING - PLOT DROP #3

One by one the street lamps begin to flicker on. Only the quaint and familiar town of Lunar Cove is not the one the residents find themselves waking up to. The bright and colorful posters that had been strung up in the promotion of the Beat the Heat events have all been torn down and in its place, the streets have been littered with the same newspaper article, printed over and over again. The article, dated 30 years ago, speaks of a hunter attack that occurred in Lunar Cove in which thirteen residences were brutally murdered before the Council was able to put a stop to it. And yet, for any current residents who were living in Lunar Cove back then, the article details can’t seem to ring a bell. It is as if the attack had been erased from their memories as well as that of the town archives. 

But, that’s not all. Across each copy of the article, a cryptic warning is spelled out in red- The past has a way of repeating itself.

Now it is no longer clear if the Blackout was the fault of the Heatwave or someone else, but one thing is certain- whatever happened thirty years ago with that hunter attack is connected to the murders that are happening in the Cove now.

REMINDERS

And with that our second event is officially over! But feel free to continue any event threads you already have in the work or create any private event starters. As for future threads and starters, feel free to react to any of the above or write any starters with your characters resuming their day-to-day around town. 

Please note that the starter rule has reset. So, if you haven’t posted a starter yet, but want to (or want to post another one), the first four starters posted don’t need to abide by the reply to two starters before posting your own rule. That being said, if you still want to reply to an event starter and haven’t gotten the chance to, you can still do that too if you so choose. 

Also, just as a reminder, as per our rules, we ask that your first starter is an open starter. This only applies to new characters, after which you are free to make closed/private starters for the rest of the time during your stay at Lunar Cove. So, if you haven’t made an open starter yet, now is an opportunity to. 

We hope you had as much as fun as we did with this second event and we’re so excited to see how your characters begin to react to the mystery we have unfolding here!

[nicocastillo]

closed starter for @romanparreno​ when: shortly before moonrise, during the blackout

Nico shifted back to full human, letting go of his half-changed form, and leaned up against the wall of the alley with a groan as his bones protested. His body didn’t like what he was doing, but he’d only just passed by the Town Green and Echo Acres felt ages away. He was trying to get back as fast as possible, but two of the youngest pack members hadn’t checked in after the lights went dark. Their grandmother had shifted early and had informed him through her pack bond that they’d been downtown during the day. He was running out of time, and he had to find them before moonrise, but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself either. There really would be nothing subtle about a giant wolf running through the streets, so he was holding out as long as possible. Pushing himself up to his feet, he took a breath to steady himself and stumbled out of the alley, almost colliding with someone, his senses still in chaos from changing back so suddenly. He blinked, muttered an apology then stopped. “Shit, Rome. What’re you doing out here? You should be with the others,” he snapped, voice strained more from stress than actual anger, and completely ignoring the hypocrisy of that statement.